Homero.

Homero is my closest friend from High School that I'm still in touch with regularly, and I write about him because I so wish I could have one of our fascinating conversations about the edge of reality as we understand it. He's one of the few people I know who can have a non-judgmental and completely rational discussion about the notion of synchronicities, parallel realities, energy healing, and other completely "out there" stuff (and he's not just some "stoner dude;" a degree from MIT & a PhD in cell biology from Berkeley makes him probably the smartest person I know who can even *grasp* these ideas on a possible scientific level). I miss having friends with such history and friends who relish going out on an intellectual limb. Maybe it's just the "kid" thing with my Portland friends, where staying up past 1 am feels like going out on a limb...

But H is also representative of friends with whom I would like to stay in better touch - I guess one can only spread onesself so micro-thin. Thankfully, he's also one of those friends whom I can go without talking for a few years, and then pick it up like it was yesterday. Perhaps I should make that happen soon. I think I can manage - one night in the near future, after the kids go to bed - to pick up the phone and call my old friend, Homero.